URLtv, Stuey Newton, Geechi Gotti - Geechi Gotti vs. Stuey Newton lyrics

Geechi: An indigenous melanoid who revolted
Against those who enslaved niggas
Gotti: An Italian crime family
That hate niggas
So how we put 'em both together
To describe the same nigga?
And history, just repeats it'self
Meanin' this is me whoopin' yo' ass twice
Cause this Geechi probably killed a
Gotti in my past life
How you rap nice when you bodied Danny
But you couldn't do that right?
Cause somehow we still believe you God's son
Nigga you black Christ but that's life
So this round, to hell with substance
I infer no (inferno) bodies
You? Are Arturo Gotti cause you
Do swell with punches, tell me somethin'
What if I catch ya queen and she slippin'?
And I'm strapped with a ladder and
Beam on the Smith &


When I'm seein' she's a victim let
It squeeze 'til it's clickin'
Yeah Gotti got bundlesbut she
Never seen this extension
I'm mean with the writtens
And you probably the nicest
Outta ya family members
Thinkin' ya bars is crack but ya
Hardly black like Grammy winners
Understand me nigga?
I mean, you might set up some nice punches
But Jermain Taylor with the bow and arrow
We can see what you write (right) comin'
The pipe dumpin'
And go to the roof and the rifle is blastin'
I named every shell (Shel) "Silverstein"
See how I'm writin' this classic?
That mean I put everything on it
When that sidewalk end I'm Light In
(lighting) The Attic
But, I don't need a fifth to blaze him
Cause, I'm with the fadin'
The fist? Obliterate him
No words spoken, just hit the pavement
Sidebar: I used to suffer
From seizures I ain't
Had one since 2012 I feel amazin'
So you should know I just just bite
My tongue and get it shaking
I got patience, but lately ain't the same
I've been crazy and deranged
Mania and insane like, cock the 12 and your
Brains is on the gauge
It's gonna bring yo' baby mama pain
To see her baby on the
Stage, she gonna be like
"Geechi Geechi": 'Lady Marmalade'
Fuck you thought? Cause
I'm from Washington I don't know what to
Do with a rope and a shotgun?
Fuck you take me for?
And a shoestring on an Uzi, I'm laced for war
Back home
My niggas ain't got no common sense
Buy a chain? They'll smoke you
Just to rock ya shit
For a herringbone, it's like pheromones
They're drawn to get a body sent (scent)
But, you won't body shit
Yet on FB they address me like
I couldn't make Geechi bleed
When a mission for a live kill
Turns to a staged suicide Stevens, steve
Stuey a vet, and I'm suited for death
'bout that murder business
Flames to his nose
The only time I'm burning bridges
You heard I'm wit' it
Well that drum hold 50 and that bi- wait
Wait tell me I'm wrong
But, you told Hemi
"I'll snatch your heart out
And pour codeine on
It your pride is what I'm leanin' on"
Now why the fuckwould you pour codeine on a
Nigga's heart after you rip it out?
If you thought shit like that was
Gon' get you a Don Demarco
The only person tryin' to rewind that plain
(plane) part is Donnie Darko
This is my shit, don't forget
You still a new jack
I'm just bein' Frank from here on
(heron) out Blue Magic
This dude average, I'll whip his
Head with the Desert, leave his tooth absent
He gon' have to rap without no teeth
My 50 too Savage leave his features, gone
No ID when they reach in his pocket
But they knew it was him
He's the only nigga walkin' around
With weave in his pocket time nigga

Nigga you'se a bitch! See I just had to give
This dyke a reality check
Blade to his face, then I'ma let it slide
Like I ain't trippin' outta respect
See, I respect yo' craft my nigga
I just hate how you rap
All them overheads in ya setups, Mafia shit
Send a bitch at him
It'll be over head that he's setup
Spit a bar we ain't never heard befo'
So I can give you some props
You got me feelin' like a
Bitch on the first night
I don't really wanna give you this box
No matter how they hyped you in the buildin'
On cam' them bars be weak as shit
So this ass whoopin' gonna be
Like when you get shot
It ain't gon' hurt 'til you see this shit
Now y'all see this shit?
Versus a nigga that ain't nowhere near deadly
40 to his stomach, now Stuey got a beer belly
Hold up, you might catch me
Sneakin' wit' the ratchet it's like a DM
Hit him up early with them texts
(TECs) , it's like a GM
You see him? He finna get shot up
Like a black party
Oh you went to college, right?
So you oughta be comfortable with a barrel
On yo' head like a frat party
Real shit, I don't give a fuck
I"m goin' to the block after this
This event cool
But it ain't crackin' unless somebody
Gettin' shot after this
Nigga this, got a hundred rounds in the clip
You can pray all you want
Bet it won't save him
I let off 50, even missed
A couple shots on purpose, i'm point shavin'
Shave his top, that mean he get a bald head
He Danny Myers
Headshot, and keep shootin' him in
The head until he
Got them rounds stuck in his head like
"That shit was fire!"
Listen liar, you not a shooter
You lookin' at one
That's somethin' you are not
Who the fuck has Stuart shot?
Nigga my guns stay cocked like
The eyes on Stuart Scott now RIP
But all that talkin' tough gonna
Get this homo shot
He can fight back bet he still
(steel) body like Robocop
You might lose 'bout half ya face
When the fo' fo' pop
The mortuary did what they could but
You don't even look like that
Head belong with that
Body he in the casket lookin' photo shopped
Now I
Can send a hit and get his mans to kill him
I'll grab his bitch and feed his
Baby shells like Hispanic children
Child's play, but I don't
So I got rid of my new gun and went
To my G pop's to get that old rifle
Them dome shots got him dyin' from
Old rounds like the bars recycled
Now you can rap, nigga you got lyrics
They love it when you be spittin' conscious
Until I blow out his brains
And boot it off stage
Nigga now let's see who's kickin' knowledge
Now let's get it poppin'
Somebody should've told this nigga
I'm not a rookie eric Wright
The only Compton nigga I know to
Get killed by a pussy
So please, don't push me
Talkin' 'bout you might violate please bro
The only nigga I ever worried about
Violatin' me was my PO you not a G bro
I can look you in yo' eyes
And tell you a mark
I showed yo' mama a picture
Of you and a vagina
She couldn't tell you apart
Cause you a pussy! Rappin' 'bout guns you
Never hold and drugs you never sold
That'll get you pistol whipped then shot
That's a butt and a bald head like Amber Rose
I'm the Rose That Grew From Concrete
I'm the young 'Pac buck 50 his face
Nigga that cut gonna look fucked
Up like Yung Joc now this, where the 40 stop
I got a business mind but a soldier's heart
I remember I had to aim the
K down before it shoot
Man that chopper change the way a nigga bust
(bus) like Rosa Parks
Foes will spark, at his fam'
Now fuck he gon' do?
I got a pretty chopper, that's my Kim K
Now what he gon' do? Code word: Bruce Jenner
(What the fuck that mean?)
That means pop his mom too
I can teach you how to rap
You rep' Hunger Gang
What type of shit is that?
Nigga fuck yo' crew, all them niggas wack
Stuey's banana Now-N-Laters
(What's that mean?)
He's the worst one out the pack
Now pack it up
If he was lookin' for an easy win
You better keep lookin' loser
For all the fans that say they
Tired of my gun bars
Tell these niggas quit bookin' shooters
I came from cookin' noodles on the
Same stove the dope was cookin'
Servin' rocks
We knew them cops was comin' cause
We had them smokers lookin'
Now take a good look at him
Do he even really look like
A west coast nigga?
Like for real, really look at this nigga
Cause they asked me to kill him so
They could finally stop bookin' this nigga
And when it's real
They can tell they can see it in yo' eyes
It's yo' turn
See if niggas gon' believe them lies
Nigga time

I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about
But I'm really Crippin'
Ever since I knew what the C meant
That's two choices
Nigga life behind them concrete walls or
Six feet under the cement
Nigga, true story, 12 years old
I got jumped in, that's busted lips
Bloody knuckles
At least that gave me tough skin
Nigga you rappin' for the bitches
I'm rappin' so we can make
It out the trenches
Ain't no good time you bitch nigga
It's all bad
Every night we hear "Pop pop pop"
It sound like Marlon and Shawn
Tryin' to call they dad
Nigga you ain't fuckin' wit' me tho'
Next time you'll take a rain check
A lot of niggas wanna battle Gotti
They just scared of the results
Like an AIDS test
Now I can trip and make this nigga strip
Look like he pole dancin'
Two straps, one arm on top of the
Head, the other one under the chin
Like one of them 'Vogue' stances
Now you gonna stand here and
Try to condemn me, for bein' a gang banger?
But is you really in the
Streets makin' a difference?
I mean damn Newton
You promote all this black love
But the fact that you got that
White bitch at home got me
Questioning if all that Panther shit
Is for the Cam' Newton is you dumb?
You never heard the old sayin'
You lay down with crackers you
Wake up with crumbs
I'm a crumb snatcher, you a dumb bastard
And you got a daughter, right?
That mean she half white
All that Stuey Newton huey Newton
See I never pictured you'd be that guy
I'd have back handed that little bitch so she
Can get well acquainted with the black side
Yeah I'm disrespectful
But I got a couple of questions
Hold up, what if a race war was
To crack off and your daughter there
Who she rollin' wit'? When she want to know
About her family history
Who she go and get?
Is it her mommy or her daddy?
See no answer, this nigga wrong as shit
Well son (Wilson)
I'ma pistol whip her and leave her starin' at
The Tool Man since she on the fence
I'm on this nigga's shit cause he went to New
York and he let Reapah Rell tap them pockets
See I ain't feelin' that
On Nutty Blocc Crip I'm not feelin' that
Where I"m from, a nigga tap yo' pockets
You lose respect and you don't get it back
This nigga had both hands on yo'
Pockets like you was gettin' jacked
Let a nigga touch my pockets
That nigga gettin' slapped
Matter of fact, touch my pockets
You prolly feel a strap
Catch me strapped up, in yo' city
Waitin' to trip
I'm in Seattle with a glove and 40 I'm like
Nigga watch what you be sayin' and
Shit when you be out here
Cause, I don't give a fuck if
You just like the scheme
Where I'm from, you can't wear
Certain hats in certain hoods
We don't give a fuck if
You just like the team
Nigga, what you know about DOA?
That's Dead On Arrival
Or find out you done shot
The wrong nigga like
"FUCK he was lookin' dead on yo' rival"
Robberies in my city
Been goin' on before I got here
It's gonna be crackin' long after I'm gone so
You wanna talk about "whatcha life like?"
So whatchu know about it bein'
A shootin' in yo' hood?
Now ya mama scared, she steady callin'
She think that's you gone 'Til
You walk in the house
Now she happy to see you but still cussin'
You out cause you ain't answer the phone"
Whenever my phone be on silent
That mean don't you dare bug me
Don't matter how many niggas I shot
The cops ask me
I'ma deny I pop like the kid's ugly
I fathered the style, now they all tryin' it
Bootleggers, I ain't at all buyin' it
So let me sell you some game
Cause they say you gotta keep ya
Friends close but ya enemies closer
See, I find that to be true cause
Nigga I was 'bout this close to
The enemy when I smoked him
I don't fuck wit' haters or
Niggas that back bite
You'll get hit with a stolen
Blade that's a jack knife crack pipe bar
I know it's dope from the top of
The rifle I can see his death
He got a horoscope, I'm scopin' the scene
Making sure the coast is clear
Ooh the package drop
See that mean the dope is here
I'm a Cocaine Cowboy see I got the plug
You from Washington
Ironic with that acetone I be washin' tons
Tons of coke, bills ready to pay
Glad I never got caught
Cause they prolly would've sent me
Up the Federal way
It's way too grimy in my city
Nigga you can't come (cum) bump sex
Gwitty killed you, now I'm up
Here disrespectin' the dead, i'm Funk Flex
Matter of fact, fuck Flex
12 gauge shotty will pump Flex
For disrespecting a legend
A hundred shots? We'll give that
Nigga like a Hot 97 time

So to prove you hard, you had
To come here and say, "Oh
I was havin' shootouts in front of my mama
House too with all four of my brothers"
You lucky I wasn't there I would've pulled
Up and shot all ya muhfuckas
You wanna know the difference
Between me and you? You would care to know I
Just don't give a fuck
See they say, show no love
It'll get you killed
But that's crazy cause where I'm from
We don't show no love until a nigga
Get killed so kill the noise
Cause, I'll be in the field with toys
Separate his chest from his heart
Got docs puttin' gauze in there
Tryin' to fill the void
Hold up, cause I done been
Shot at, close range, but I'm still here
See that's how I know that I'm blessed
Cause, I done seen bullets
Chase niggas down that
Was tryin' to run from they death
And they ain't get away
See I'm tryin' to tel you I done
Literally seen niggas run out of breath
You come to my set, you
Gon' see these blue rags
Wrapped around black 9's
And who we shootin'? It don't
Matter like Black Lives life of a gangsta
Cause I don't got time for scared biz'
After I kill a nigga, yeah I'll pray
But not for forgiveness
Just that my mama never got to
Experience the pain that there's did
Have you ever seen a mama
Cryin' over her dead son?
That shit'll give you chills bro like
"This shit sad" it's really real bro
You like, "I know her heart
Broke but with time
That shit'll heal though"
That's the type of shit
You gotta tell yo'self
When you the one that killed him though
The steel low, I'm the first to shoot
When shit hit the fan, yo Ryda
Tell this nigga "Don't dap me"
Cause you ain't never supposed to
Shake a killer's hand
Only the real shooters in
The buildin' gon' understand
Cause sometime to get that gunpowder off I
Had to piss on my hand
Hands down, I'm war ready
So if you ready, I'm more ready
I'm a gang banger so every time
I walk out the house
I gotta be prison yard or morgue
That's jail or death, I know the options
I'm with this shit, I ain't never stoppin'
Cause murder part of the lifestyle
When you come from Compton
Nigga them streets done turned
Niggas in Smack battles
Cause we don't know when they droppin'
Droppin' like flies
I done seen niggas die everyday
I'm used to the ambulances racin'
I'm comfortable around death
I used to go by "Murda" like Pastor Ma$e and
My it was curtains for a nigga
If I had a prob'
I really used to put in work with that Tommy
Ask my enemies if he had a job
I had to rob, cause I was broke
I had to feed myself
Lookin' in the mirror at the end
Of the night like, fuck it, this shit is it
Nigga, I didn't even believe myself
Mafia, I'm a made man, sometimes I
Hold the Glock like a cop
I might even use that same stance
A nigga gon' ask me
Do I give a fuck about how many
Niggas I shot or do I know hell nah
I got like four and a
Possible that's a Spades hand
Aye man look, I am a gangsta, you right
But, I don't think that shit is cool
Cause it's fucked up
I done put in more work in the
Streets than I ever did in school
So switch the tool from drill to hammer
Call gold chopper
Sometimes that clip look like a real banana
So don't slip and get peeled
Cause it's realer than real
I know niggas who ain't never been inside
Of a church until they get killed
Nigga this shit real, ain't no
Snitchin' where I'm from
You would get whacked for talkin'
I hate the cops so much, after I got shot
I told the homie
"Please just drive me to the hospital so
I don't have to call 'em"
The 40 was compact, I got
Shot and I shot back
I still got a bullet in my back
See the field I'm on
Ain't nothin' like football
Well I guess it is somethin' like that
Cause, I got hit and kept runnin'
That's yards after contact beyond that
All that shit you talkin' I can still tell
You ain't never witness death close up
That's just so cold shit
I was close enough to hear they last breath
Shit I even see which way the soul went
No shit we don't even live the same life
Sometimes that extendo hangin' off my hip
I be lookin' uncomfortable like a
Third wheel on date night
Nigga, Night Of The Living Dead
Nigga my hood like a zombie flick
After I kill a nigga
I go to Instagram to see an RIP
Post and still "Like" the pic
Nigga that's my type of shit
Matter of fact, somebody tell Ryda and Jakk
I'll ride wit' a strap
So it ain't no beatin' me nigga
I don't even got L's
That'll tell you how I feel about the DMV
And when it's real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes nigga
No more of them bullshit ass lies nigga
Mafia